Groove is quick but thick no trick words manifest

Beat to the brain like a bullet from a sniper

When the loser smooth like a cruiser

Beat the beat down

I'm the big bruiser

On to off to off on and on

This is the new-new breed of rap song

To the T.O.P yes the top

I rock the spot hot

To be or not to be yes it'll be

M.C. Turbo B

(yes to the groove yes it's party)
Peace of mind

Time to unwind

Trip and dip slip the hip now grip

To the Techno House of hip

('cause this is the cult of SNAP)

Hard to hold

It's burning cold

We make the jam broke the mold

So it can't be sold

Took the vic

Stolen taken

Move to the groove

Dancefloor shakin'

Up and down you're spinning around

You check the sound, hands in the air

Party Hard, Hard not to party moving close

(body to body)

I for one the only son the only child

Not mild but the kid is wild

Code name is Turbo

Jam, jump, jump, jump, jump and jam

The cult of SNAP

And snap is in command

To the point correct and exact

THIS IS THE CULT OF SNAP